i have just completed my first week of work.
the first week that most people would consider
that i have worked in almost an entire year.
i am a teacher at a college.
the students are trying to get their g.e.d.s having not
gotten a high school diploma for what ever reason,
and one of those reasons at some point landed
them in jail.
i have felt freaked out and inept.
i have felt blessed and excited.
turns out i'm pretty much suited to this.
i wasn't sure i would be able to figure out what
to do, but it's only the first week and i've got
the framework of the class in hand i believe.
and as much as i love it and see all of my gifts and
passions and experiences being used,
i know that this is only temporary.
there is still some adventure that calls me deeper.
some 'thing' that puts the lid on my years of
infancy.
some place that feels more like home.